Bingo should be a happy game
Okay. Better.
Where was I?
Ah, yes, the slowed reaction, delayed thinking…I guess I never left the point after all.
Your good friend Jackson is in a sad and reflective mood lately. With the death of the great Doctor and the drowning of my spiritual home, there’s just not much to smile about. The world gets crazier, no one does anything about it, and I stand by, idle and impotent, never sure if it’s apathy that stops me or if my excuses are more than just rationalizations for inaction. And around and around I go, as people are dying, dying and nothing, nothing will be done. No one will be held accountable, no one will be replaced, no one will be treated to a fraction of the horrors that they allowed to happen to others, and we’ll go on, march on into the unknown, killing and ignoring and lying and destroying. Is this how it’s always been, or are things changing? Are we any more civilized today than we were during the Renaissance? The middle ages? Or do we just lie to ourselves and call ourselves civilized? Because I see the same old patterns played out and I have to wonder if anything ever changes.
Ahem. You’ll have to excuse me. The world has been taking its toll on me. Too much CNN, too many political blogs. It’s a worse addiction than I’ve ever had to any substance, this addiction to information, as if somehow knowing was the same as doing. My love has warned and cajoled and threatened me about my habit, in a way she’s never done about my myriad other addictions, but to no avail. I can’t quit. I’ve just got to know.
Yes, but this wasn’t supposed to be a dark and dreary entry; there’s a lovely girl one computer over, singing her heart out to Tina Turner, and I’m here to witness it. How could life be that bad? I thrilled her with the prospect of something funny to read and won’t she be irritated at this depressing shit?
If this is where my mind must go tonight, then I need more distractions. This is too heavy for a Saturday night at 9pm. I know just what will fix it...
